Newspaper rack, Gare del'Est, Paris - 2014-02-01 - Andy Mabbett - 02
By Andy Mabbett (Own work) [CC-BY-SA-3.0], via Wikimedia Commons.

I haven’t read the news today,
but it knows how to chassé into my life.

Laid out in Budgens
4th Briton beheaded
splashed from the Saturday cover pages
into my eyes.

Over lunch cooking
on the radio the weekly round-up
where the chatter chewed
over NHS woes, the nurse’s strike.

Before I could log on to my mail,
a banner scans past offering
man at war, Ebola,
grotesque foods of the world

and a celebrity wedding.
I didn’t read the news today,
but I did entertain
an interview with David Gandy
who only gyms five hours a week.

The starting point for this poem was derived from a prompt suggested by A Poem A Day October.

Sir Dalton DeLane’s Fundraising Gala (A Fictional Column)

This weekend saw the annual extravagance of Sir Dalton DeLane’s Fundraising Gala in aid of the MTG (Moctal Time Grafting) – the known custom of sharing health selections of children within a family. MTG’s allowed for each child to experience lengthened time despite genetic predispositions towards certain organ degeneration or wastings by loaning up to older siblings the youngest in the line who have to rely on children of the next generation. In some instances where no future genes were in supply, Lord DeLane’s charity steps in.

At this gala event were Mr and Mrs Toppit of the recent scene Fictious Faustus with Mrs Toppit looking well after the birth of her latest. She wore a green-fringed, straight hung, from Villini’s new party line. DeLane added, after two hours of Villini’s couture pieces were auctioned for the cause: ‘It is always a marvel that so much good comes from so much fun.’ Decore, peacock flowers and tray-served canapés including rolled aubergines and slight blinis, came from the work of Villini’s Maison Event. An all-round stylish affair –